Poetry
The Grace of Autumn
Autumn Leaves
Summer’s end
cathedral windows
paint pale canvas,
dapple our shadows
with sight,
for colors pieced and patched
quilt earth to sky;
precious colors
once hidden within,
made plain by grace,
grace us.
Fall’s Last Leaves
Wild wind drives them,
shakes loose...
Poetry
Giving in God’s Name
A Room Filled with Treasure
You showed me a room filled with treasure,
precious, priceless,
and told me it was mine;
I marveled:
what a gift!
such abundance!
a comfort to have it,
but what would I...
Poetry
Healing and Comfort
Sometimes God heals and comforts us, like Jesus did for Jairus’s daughter, the woman with the hemorrhage, and Peter’s mother-in-law. Sometimes God heals and comforts through us, and we...
Poetry
Scars and Make Me a Mirror
Scars
Some wounds take a long time to heal;
some wounds never heal;
sometimes there are scars,
perpetual evidence of a love well-lived.
You still have the wounds,
evidence of Your love to-the-last and always;
I’ve...